The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Wine Education

Most of the class was still grinning from yesterday. I had to admit, the in-class exercises seemed to work well. Young Rodney in particular seemed quite content with the after effects. Of course, that was probably related to the fact that Miss Friday had spent a substantial amount of time sampling Italian Reds to establish which went best with his pre-cum. She'd declared it was a Montepulciano, but I think that was because that was the glass in which he'd finally lost his load.

Rex also looked quite pleased. He'd clearly taken Professor Ali's lecture to heart and was carrying pineapple juice around in a half liter bottle. Somehow I doubted that would make it through his Physical Chemistry 202 class-too many of the students there liked experimenting with new protein mixtures for him to survive without donating a sample or three. I noted that his classmate Paul had brought cinnamon rolls. He too looked like he'd have fun. Even Roxie was smiling, though she had not partaken of the fruit of the vine.

"So, class. You now know enough about the types and flavors of wine to be able to include them in your erotic stories. Are there any other questions?"

Heath Jr. waved his hand.

"What about ways to drink it?" he asked. "Besides in a glass, of course." There were some titters to that.

"That's a very good question. How about a demonstration?"

"Can we participate?" Miss Friday asked. That drew the collective inhale of all the male members of the class.

"Why yes, Miss Friday. I think we can. How about if you and Artytwelve serve as our demonstrators.?" Artytwelve started beaming in anticipation.

[Artytwelve? I thought Artyeleven told you the next one was Artyonehundred.]

[Well, yes he did, but I'm sticking with the names I used in the first story. I don't want to confuse anyone by having characters with very similar names.]

"So, Miss Friday, please come forward and have a seat her in the front of the room, facing the class. Mr. Arty-you too. It happens that I have some glasses still here in my desk from yesterday and a bottle of chianti."

"Why the glass? I thought this was without the glass!" I shot a stern look at Heath for that outburst.

"Wait and see." I replied. Friday and Arty were now in place, seated as if at a dinner table, though there was no table. I handed each a full glass.

"First, we'll talk about seduction options. Miss Friday, could you please unbutton the top two buttons of your blouse?" She did and once again there were collective moans from the class.

"Now, take the glass, wrap your hand around it and press the rim to your skin at about your collar bone." She did, looking coy and flirtatious.

"Now class, this could easily be the end of a dinner date. They're sipping the last of the wine, she tucks her arm against her chest, they're talking."

"Now Miss Friday, gently tip your glass until just a drop of wine touches your skin." She complied. "Now pull the glass away from your body."

The barest hint of a wine drop remained on her flesh, then began to roll down into her cleavage. She gasped.

"Now Arty, help her clean it up." He looked around for something he could use as a napkin. I handed him a clean handkerchief and he started dabbing at her exposed cleavage. Friday shifted and his hand grazed her nipple, bringing it erect. They both froze.

"See class, she managed to get his hand on her breasts while making it all appear accidental. Now, Miss Friday, please repeat the maneuver, but very deliberately this time."

She did, with more of a splash this time. I stopped Arty's hand as he started forward with the cloth.

"Tongue, Arty." He smiled and leaned in. He began licking her neck, chest, and breasts, lightly sucking at the wine that remained. The class was equally mesmerized at the sight.

"Now you two, up on the desk, Miss Friday on your back. Oh yes, you may wish to remove some of your clothing first." One great thing about this school was the size of the desks-they'd clearly planned for them to support the weight of multiple people if so needed for demonstrations.

Miss Friday was nude and on the desk in a flash. There was a groan from one of the boys in the back of the class. She smiled and waved at him and I could tell he'd be touching wood for the rest of this demonstration. Arty took a little longer, but was soon positioned on his hands and knees above Friday.

"Now, I'm going to pour a little wine in strategic places on Miss Friday, and Arty, I want you to drink it up. I'll narrate to the class as we go. Anyone is welcome to make observations as well."

I started with a few drops on the inside of her breasts. It ran down into the valley between them and Arty quickly buried his head there, licking and sucking. When he pulled his head up, I poured a little on the outside of her breast. It ran off her side and while Arty dove for it, it pooled on the desk before he could get more than a taste.

"See class-you want to pour the wine so that it runs off into someplace you can lick it up." I dribbled a little down Friday's abdomen, letting it run towards her belly button. Arty eagerly lapped it up.

"If you want to flavor something that doesn't have a natural "bowl", like a nipple or a cock, consider dipping it into the wine and then sucking it off."

Arty was done so I motioned him to back up a little. I poured some wine on Friday's mound. The wine ran rivulets down to the crease of her thighs where Arty intercepted it. I centered my aim and was rewarded by having it run straight down through her bush and across her lips. Arty quickly switched targets, suckling the wine from around her clit. I kept drizzling wine and Arty kept drinking until Friday was extremely squirmy.

I paused and looked out at the class. There appeared to be no questions. Young Arty spoke up.

"Professor Be! You should taste this! That wine is *excellent* with Friday's juices!"

"I wanna taste!" Rodney called out, as Arty returned to between Friday's thighs.

"Miss Friday?" I asked. She grinned and nodded.

"Okay class. After Artytwelve brings her to orgasm, anyone who wants to can have a taste. Please try to bring her to orgasm though-if she's going to demonstrate wine for us all, she should get some reward."

The line started forming behind Arty. I looked at my watch. There would be time to finish the entire bottle of wine and I'd still have time to start the chapter on Erotic Food before the bell. It looked to be another great class period.

--Fin--

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